Is there anything more romantic than a mix tape? You can keep your candlelit dinners, your meet-cutes, your trips to Paris. Just give me a knackered cassette featuring Joy Division album tracks and Pixies B-sides lovingly recorded off scratchy vinyl, and send it to me with a long letter about nothing.

Wow, this scenario feels like such a relic of the past that I may as well be writing about cave painting, but back in the 90s that’s actually how my husband of almost 30 years won my heart. He bought my fanzine, we started a correspondence, he made me tapes scrawled with tiny, cramped writing in biro, and when his band came to town the rest was history.

So how could I resist a drama about two star-crossed, music-obsessed kids in 90s Sheffield who fall in love via the ye olde medium of the

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